Since it’s turned a bit chilly at night here and what with one thing and another sleep could do with a bit of a helping hand (foot) at the moment, I wore these socks to bed. I have no idea what I was doing in the night – dreaming of kick boxing? running an imaginary sock-footed marathon? – but I woke up to find the bed dotted with bits of coloured wool and a large hole and a cold heel.
Some serious darning will be needed. If I can find the tiny bit of the SQ Cashmerino I had left over. If not, inventiveness will be required.